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The news of a new student spread around the school like a wildfire, even reaching the ears of a certain (H/C) haired man, in the baking department. He looks over to a few girls who gossiped about the new attractive male they spotted by the entrance of the school. Though the president of the class shut the gossiping girls down, stating they didn't need any new transfer student when he was there.
The girls only rolled their eyes at him, with a few unintentional insults. (Y/N) closed his eyes and looked down at his desk, continuing to remain silent as he usually does. He heard a few whispers and mumblings, he was unable to understand what was said and he opened his eyes to look. The group of girls along with the class president, seemed to be glancing at him while whispering, once they noticed his attention on them, they immediately look away.
Unbeknownst to (Y/N), he was unable to see their blushing faces and their silent victory of being noticed. He looked down at himself, did he have toothpaste or a stain on him? He let out a soft sigh when he noticed that wasn't the case, he shrugged off the odd attentions he got from his classmates as it was a usual occurrence for him. He wasn't sure why, but no one approached him since he started at J High, instead he received stares and whispers about him. Even once receiving a scream after he spoke to a classmate to hand over some papers they missed, he didn't understand what he did wrong.
He moved to pull out a book and a pencil case, as class began. It took a second before he realised the pencil case was pink with a cute strawberry print, he blinked at it blankly in his hand. He had accidentally packed his daughter's pencil case instead of his own during his morning rush, Mila wasn't going to be happy. He opened the pencil case to see if he may have thrown in a pen or pencil, when cleaning up the coloured crayons and texters. As he shuffled through the colourful cylinders he sighed, unfortunately he wasn't able to find anything more appropriate for class.
Oh well. He pulled out a pink twistable crayola, he would need to swap the colours from time to time as to not waste all of Mila's crayons.
"Mr (L/N)," The teacher called out, "Do you think this is an art class?"
(Y/N) paused in his notes, looking up at the teacher who looked very unimpressed, the teen was confused until he noticed the gesture to his writing utensil.
"I'm sorry," (Y/N) lowered his head apologetically, "I picked up the wrong pencil case this morning."
The teacher sighed at him and rubbed the bridge of their nose, lifting their glasses slightly. They shake their head and throw their hand up in defeat, "Can someone lend Mr (L/N) a pen, please."
A pen was instantly slammed on to (Y/N)'s desk, the class went silent looking over to the student beside the male. A girl with a short bob was quick to slam her black gel pen on to his desk, she immediately adjusted herself back into her seat looking away from the jealous eyes of the classmates. (Y/N) looked at her with wide eyes, slightly frightened of the girl beside him. He bowed his head with a soft spoken gratitude, as he returned the crayon to his daughter's pencil case and placed it in his bag. He picked up the black pen and continued writing down the notes.
The loud ring of the bell rang, signaling lunch.
(Y/N) finished up his work before placing the pen on his notebook, he was going to give it back but realised class hasn't ended so he'll still need it. While he usually ate inside the classroom with his own packed lunch, he didn't make enough so he left what he made for Mila's lunch today. Eyes of his fellow classmates fell on him as he stood up to head towards the cafeteria. As he walked through the hallways to the cafeteria, he felt the glares drilling on his back which left him feeling quite uncomfortable. He looked behind him to see a clear hallway void of any students, he tilted his head in confusion as he was sure he walked by people just a few seconds ago.
He looked back in front of him and quickened his pace, now feeling a bit more uncomfortable. In a few quick moments, he now entered the open doors of the cafeteria and lined up behind a girl who seem infatuated with the man in front of her.
"Daniel, what kind of side dishes do you like?" She smiled dumbly, not noticing her tray was tilted and spilling on to the bench.
"Excuse me," (Y/N) tapped on her shoulder, the girl spun around with a glare. Preparing herself to attack whoever just interrupted her one way conversation with the new transfer, but as she turned her tray lowered more spilling more of her meal. He immediately grabbed the tray to stop it from spilling further, he gave her a apologetic smile, "sorry, but your food was spilling out."
The cafeteria grew silent coming to realise that (Y/N) (L/N) was actually eating in the same room with them, they remained silent for a few more moments before gossips, whispers and squeals filled the cafeteria once more. The girl stood staring at (Y/N), unconsciously she managed to move along the line in getting her food but she looked down before running over to Daniel, a flurry of apologies saying she only had eyes for him. It was awkward for (Y/N) that was for sure, but he stood out of the way looking for a free table, this was one of the reasons he brought his own food.
He noticed a free table in the corner and quickly sat down, he felt the stares of students staring at him as he ate.
'Have I done something wrong?' He asked himself, a slight frown on his face. This didn't go unnoticed by a certain transfer student, as Daniel went to approach (Y/N) he was stopped by a few scary looking students. Lunch was soon over, (Y/N) returned his tray and made his way back down the hallways to his classroom.
'I wonder how Mila is doing,' He thought to himself, looking down at his feet as he walked.
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With Mila:
"Mila~" The babysitter called out.
Her hair stuck out in different directions, food stains all over her pretty clothes and a wide eyed tired expression on her face, the babysitter looked to be falling quicker into insanity the more she hunted for the 3-year-old girl.
Soft giggles could be heard somewhere in the house, but to the woman, the giggles felt like they came from every angle.
"Come on out~" She called out again. Only to hear little feet tapping behind her, she turns around quickly but sees nothing. She crouches down and peeks around the corner, only for more tapping feet run behind her.
The babysitter felt like she could laugh manically.
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School came to an end. (Y/N) turned to the girl beside him, holding out the pen to her with a polite smile.
"Thank you for letting me use your pen."
She made direct eye contact with him for a few seconds before taking her pen and looking away, she gushed and praised herself for making eye contact longer than anyone else in their class.
